#timetemptress

[respectingfear]

timetemptress replied to your post:“i’m not a big believer in happy endings.”

“That is is a very pessimisticly optimistic standpoint for someone of your profession.”

“I have a very dear friend who likes to give me pep talks. I don’t let them go unheard.”

[adastratis]

This was a complete accident.

It hadn’t really been his fault, per-say, but moreso the fault of the scientists, who had taken little steps to bother sending instructions with his....device. He didn’t even know what to call it, besides a glowing screen that did nothing despite his best attempts at smashing his thumb on the button about 40 times in a row.

Accidents repeat themselves, and it seems the clumsy grip of his hands meant the poor thing had finally met it’s end. It lay on the sidewalk, glass screen shattered and glittering in the sun with all the technical niknaks inside exposed. Clearly giving the thing to a technology inept child wasn’t the best decision.

His humiliation aside, he could try to forage it, and for that he’d have to try and wave away the person who’d nearly stepped on a shard of glass as he kneeled down to try and scoop up the pieces with his bare hands.

“P-Please be careful--!”

@timetemptress

[pyrrhiclegend]

    For a Servant, Achilles is known to be pretty laid-back. Relaxed and generally easy going until something gets his blood pumping. But no such thing had happened yet in recent memory, so the legendary hero took it upon himself to find excitement. Although he would much prefer a straight up fight, no mortal man could ever hope to defeat him. With that out of the question, he found himself lingering in a quaint little bar.

    While unfortunately cursed to forever be immune to alcohol’s dizzying effects, he could at least have someone else take the pleasure. “Buy you a drink?” he gingerly asked the dark haired woman, suddenly establishing himself in her vicinity.

    “Oh, don’t think of it much. Drinking alone just isn’t my thing, so I thought I’d grace you with my company.”

[cursedeye-archive]

          It's been a long while since he's seen her. Years would be correct, it's been that long since he's seen this woman. People come and go, he knows. But there's always a wide range of emotions that bubble in the pit of his stomach when he sees the familiar face of someone that he used to know.

          Without thinking, he reaches forward and grabs hold of her wrist to stop her from walking any further. Maybe it was impulse, maybe it was because he just wanted to see if she still remembered him. ❝ Miss Ultear..I'm not sure if you remember at all, but I'm glad to see you. ❞

@timetemptress

[sherwoodsniper-blog]

on the rocks. // closed

Unfortunately for Archer, alcohol could no longer cloak his brain in its numbing embrace. Such was the fate of a Heroic Spirit, though he had never been a great fan of liquor in the first place. He was, however, a great fan of what often happened around liquor.

He was here--tonight, here was a particular bar in Sector 4--for that specific reason. He was certain that he’d find some form of entertainment here. True, entertaining himself was exactly what Archer had been doing ever since his arrival in the city, but this was the first night he’d spend in a place like this.

It didn’t take long before he found someone--he spotted a particularly statuesque woman at the other end of the bar. Her clothes--as flattering as they were strange--marked her as a a fellow victim of the scientists and their mad experiment.

Archer slipped past the throngs of people to find a place beside the woman--not-so-subtly brushing his shoulder against hers in the process. He quietly noted the drink in her hand--something a tad stronger than the piss-water ‘craft beer’ that everyone else in the bar seemed to favor--which only reinforced his good first impression of her.

“Evening. Sorry to intrude, but d’you mind if I ask you a question?”